Текст песни Colours

What is blue Expands the space inside us Raising high... What is green Spreads on the grass Waking the thrills of love What is burning Turns the entrails Messing up hands with pitch What is white Covers faces suddenly Bringing indissoluble to the end Life is not a dream You run away, run away... Slower every day Slower every day Love is like a film You sit and watch And then you're fed up Colours are burning... Colours are fading...